A few miles away from the Broken Cloud Pavilion, a purple light and a red light parted ways and suddenly plunged down, straight into the dense forest in the mountain range and disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this, the two golden rays of light that came after him also dispersed, followed by Jiang Huo, and Bei Mingxuan flew down.

The Cangjie Mountains are endless, and there are dense forests and shrubs that are lush and lush, if the absconders deliberately hide in the Cangjie Mountains, it is like looking for a needle in a haystack, which is very difficult.

Bei Mingxuan carried the sleeping Ah Ying into the dense forest, and then walked towards a cliff stream, but Mo Xiao was shadowless but secretly followed.

Sensing a golden light speeding down, Bei Mingxuan quickened his pace, and said to himself in his heart: "Absolutely they must not be allowed to take Ah Ying away, never!" In a panic, he couldn't help but look down at Ah Ying with a ruined face, and regretted it.

Feeling a powerful qi pulse coming from his side, Bei Mingxuan flew down without hesitation, close to the cliff. Because of the steepness of this cliff, if you stand on the edge of the cliff, you can only watch a river rushing away, and the cliff will naturally become a blind spot.

It didn't take long for Bei Mingxuan to hear a faint sound of footsteps coming from overhead.

The monk walked to the cliff, looked around but did not notice the Bei Mingxuan close to the cliff, a river like an angry roar, splashing a few feet, how much the breath of the Bei Mingxuan was covered a lot.

After a difficult search to no avail, he left in a hurry, and Bei Mingxuan took a catastrophe.

However, Jiang Huo, who was presided over by the Temple of Death and chased by the Master of Bitterness, Aman and the others did not have such good luck.

Jiang Huo was already lame and physically inconvenient, and now he was carrying an Aman, and his walking speed was not very fast.

I saw a golden light passing over Jiang Huo's head, and a monk dressed in brown Buddha robes, with a slightly wide and fat figure, and white eyebrows and beards, fell in front of the two and blocked the way.

Bitter Joy said in a calm voice: "Master Jiang, if you want to leave this Xuanmen disciple behind, I won't stop it, how about it?"

Jiang Huo replied, "Monk, do you think I will leave this child and go back alone?"

"Master Jiang, this child is indeed my Xuanmen disciple, Zangfeng Daoist is really relieved of his two disciples, so he sent the old monk to chase after this child, and asked Jiang Shizhu to return this time to Zangfeng Daoist!"

Jiang Huo glanced at Ah Man under his armpits, but saw that this immature child was staring at him with a pair of dull eyes, and his face was timid, but he didn't know that he was shocked by his evil face that looked like a human and a ghost and half-concealed a fierce mask.

Jiang Huo looked back at the bitter happiness and said angrily: "Monk, if you want to bring this child back, you can finish me off first, but I, Jiang Huo, am not a person who can be slaughtered!"

Bitter Joy roared: "Offended!"

Master Kule knotted the Buddha seal with both palms to mobilize the qi veins in his body, and saw a layer of rich Jinze Buddha light rising around his body. A thick palm with infinite Buddha power struck towards the rickety river fire.

Jiang Huo flew up, dodged a blow, and shot back!

After a few qi veins fought, both sides found out the strength of the other party. Although Jiang Huo, whose body is in a slumped shape, is physically inconvenient, the Qi and Vein Realm is not shallow, and most of them have been cultivated to the Ruoling Realm, and it is impossible to subdue them if they don't exert all their strength!

When the bittersweet palms changed, he drank softly, gathered the qi veins around his body, and saw the words of the Buddha of Jinze floating in the air, the golden light was shining, and even the river fire three zhang away also felt the warm and majestic breath, which was one of the supreme scriptures of the Temple of the Afterlife!

Jiang Huo settled down, conjured up a golden sword with a dragon that was more than three feet long, and struggled to wave out a qi vein.

This is still a strong qi vein, touching the golden seal of the Buddha's words that lingers around the monk's body, and instantly sinks, as if sinking into water.

I saw bitterness and happiness, and the golden seal of the Buddha's words in the past life was prosperous, and the next moment it was like building a huge golden prison of the Buddha's words to trap the river fire in it.

Jiang Huo in prison only listened to the chanting of Sanskrit, and suddenly his brain hurt, as if someone had inserted dozens of silver needles into his brain, and he wanted to explode!

Aman saw dozens of traditional Buddhist words around him trapping himself and the half-masked man in it, and the gold was shining, and there was a buzzing Sanskrit chant coming from the sky.

Aman listened to this gentle Buddhist language but had nothing to do, but he saw that this uncle was tormented by the Buddha's words. Hitting the brain hard, the already fierce face became even more hideous, and the body that fell to the ground twitched, kept rolling, and let out a beast-like roar.

Aman was panicked at the moment, and was about to step forward to help Jiang Huo, who was tortured by the sound of Buddha, when suddenly, a giant palm with golden light gathered fell from the sky and hit Jiang Huo hard.

Aman's already ugly face suddenly lost its blood, his pupils shrank sharply, and the sound of this man's bones breaking came from his ears.

When the Buddha's palm tortured this man, he couldn't live and die, his heart was hit hard, and he was weak and powerless before he stopped.

At this time, Jiang Huo no longer had the strength to scream, but just watched silently, watching the bitter monk withdraw from the prison full of Buddha light with one hand, but there was no intention of giving in in his eyes.

Jiang Huo gasped rapidly, blood gushed out from the corners of his mouth, and there was a crushing pain in his chest, and then those deep old eyes looked resolute, like a wolf, a ghost.

Kule walked straight over without glancing at the collapsed Jiang Huo, walked in front of Aman, and said slowly: "Little donor, the old monk has promised your master to come to look for you to go back, and please ask the little donor to go back with me!"

Aman fixed his expression slightly, looking at the old monk's kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and his tone was friendly, maybe he had stayed by Jiang Huo's side for a long time with a fierce face and a half-hidden ghost, and Aman actually had warmth for this monk.

"You mean Master told you to come to me?"

The monk smiled lightly: "Well, your Master Zangfeng saw that you and your sister were taken away by the young master of Tianmo, and he was very worried in his heart, so he asked me and my junior brother to find out, and now that you are safe and sound, go back with me, so as not to worry about your Master Zangfeng." ”

"Since Master has asked you to come looking for me, I'll go back......! It's just that my sister doesn't know what's going on?"

Ah Man glanced at the strange uncle who was sitting on the side in embarrassment, and saw that he had a fierce face, blood in his mouth, and his body outline was even more incomplete, and he suddenly shuddered.

From the moment he was picked up by this strange and vicious man, Aman fell into a deep fear, not to mention any good feelings! Now that he can get rid of the "claws" of this fierce-looking man, Aman naturally can't ask for it.

The bitter monk replied: "Little donor, don't worry, although your sister was captured by the young master of the Heavenly Desert, my junior brother has already followed her, presumably at this moment, you should also find your sister on the way back to Broken Cloud Pavilion!"

Aman answered, and went out with the bitter and happy monks......

Although Aman had no good impression of this strange man, Aman, who had walked a few steps, inevitably missed the injury of one of the seven evils, and inadvertently glanced back.

Looking back this time, the first thing Aman saw was his eyes, deep eyes.

Under the vicious horizontal eyebrows of a pair of life, those eyes made Aman's heart sink for a moment. Maybe this look will be engraved in Aman's heart in the years to come, because of those deep-set eyes, he saw his loneliness and helplessness.

Aman's footsteps paused, and his heart paused!

Maybe it was right to choose to go with the monk, because he not only had a fierce face, but also had a solemn temperament, which could make the people who stayed around him feel dull and suffocated. But just in a moment, Aman saw the vicissitudes of life. This vicissitudes are the marks of the years and the precipitation of the past. Only those who have truly experienced life and death will have the vicissitudes of life.

Maybe Aman was wrong from the beginning! Maybe this strange man's face was not fierce, but what really scared him was the scars left by the struggle with fate.

After all, Aman felt a trace of pity for him.

The Bitter Happiness Monk had noticed Aman's strange appearance and asked with concern, "Little donor, what's wrong with you?"

"Master, I can't go back with you!"

Hearing this, Kusang's originally plain face was suddenly stunned, "Why?"

"Because he's hurt, I'm going to ...... I'm going to stay and take care of him!" Aman looked sideways at Jiang Huo, looking at loneliness.

Bitter Joy was incoherent, not knowing what to do, "But...... But ......"

"Although Aman is still young, I have heard the saying of your Buddhists that "saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter". Now this Uncle Tianmo is seriously injured, if we leave, he will definitely not be able to go far in this vast mountain, so I have to take care of him!"

Hearing this, Kule stroked his white beard lightly, and said to himself: "Saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter...... and then chuckled: "It's rare that you have such kindness at a young age, since that's the case, I don't have anything to say, you just stay and take care of Master Jiang!"

Seeing the bitter monk go away, Aman turned around and walked towards Jiang Huo, who was sitting paralyzed, "Uncle......"